I drove around until ar watched her finish him, woooo she dam hot!' he explained.'Oh, OK,' said Mick knowingly of Sue, 'I see. But what you doing here...?''Well I tuk her home alone and says to her, you like that me thinking,you treat your boy real gud Missy, haha is dare anyting dis nigga can do for you?' He told Mick.'And?' asked Mick.' Yeah she want to go to pop festival and I take her in ma cab, you dig me? She say yeah dat is a deal, so here is King Impala of King Black Cabs.....hahaha,' he. Qamar had never been a father but he stayed by her and took her right hand with his both hands as he said, “Kareema, don’t worry, my darling, I’m here for you. It’s okay.”“Mh…You know very well the emotional needs of a pregnant woman, don’t you?”“Mh…I guess,” Qamar said as he ran his left fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead.“How many sons do you want, Qamar?”“Mh…maybe four, for now?” Qamar said in a puzzled voice.She smiled, as she pushed out four babies, one after another, through. Her breasts were huge and so were her dark nipples.“I’ve removed your bra and panty and now the treasure lies in front of my greedy eyes,” Amit took over, “Your breasts are massive and the dark nipple is like chocolate. I eagerly bend down and take one nipple in my mouth.”Nandini moaned on the other end as Amit took over the narration. He was getting bolder and bolder and the shyness in him had been peeled away by this sexy woman sex chatting with him. A constant grin was stretched over his. Auf Wiedersehen. Adios, hasta luego. Au Revoir. Sayonara. Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out. 50 ways, etc. That didn’t mean that I wouldn’t have a certain measure of satisfaction in the way that I broke this off. It had been three days, or more properly nights, since I started sleeping in the guest bed. I was getting up and out early, and leaving messages for Brit not to expect me for dinner. I managed to get in touch with a couple of old buddies from school who I hadn’t seen for a.